My Debauched Devotion Chapter 75: Sword cutting

Sword spines layer.

The soul in the white clothes was flying away, and the sword intent disappeared, the blood mist and the torn underworld also disappeared.

The sky was clear again, and only white clouds were left floating in the air.

Standing on the heavens?

Is the realm of this broken sword higher than the ancient sword of the heavenly rank?

I'm really just taking advantage of it!

Xiao Ran felt that he was pulled too high in an instant, and didn't know how to react for a while.

I want to hide the sword, it’s too late, if I want to cover it up, everyone knows it all...

In the moment when Xiao Ran hesitated.

The scene of him holding two broken swords in his hands is engraved in the minds of everyone around Jianzhong Mountain.

The mysterious class.

Chuo Yan was silly.

The petite body is stuck in the sea of ​​flowers, lonely like a child who abandons his family.

Same as when she ran away from home and abandoned her family.

She has red eyes and suddenly blames herself.

Since the elders have increased the difficulty of the three levels, it is assumed that the two can cooperate in the sword.

Although Xiao Ran's cultivation base is poor, her physique has its own uniqueness. If it weren't for her timidity to delay the time, and finally separated from Xiao Ran, as long as the two of them had a tacit understanding of the coordinating rock path and the cave, he would not As for inheriting a broken sword.

However, why are there two broken swords from the same blade in the sword thorn layer?

Did Xiao Ran find the treasure?

She resisted the urge to jump down and have a look, wiped her reddish eyes, and walked towards the depths of the flower sea calmly...

The Chengjian Conference is not over yet.

Keep it secret!

The mountainside is mid-air.

Ling Zhouyue held the pot in the air with her left hand, her right hand propped on her knees, her palms on her side, her head tilted, her face was squeezed out of a bun with her palms.

"What the hell? I just saw the Tianjie Avenue leading to the top of the mountain opened. This guy didn't take a step. He found two broken swords and played a splicing game?"

Silver Moon frowned slightly.

She didn't have the keen intuition of Ling Zhouyue, and she didn't see the sign of Tianjie Avenue being opened.

"Could it be that he failed to inherit the sword? After all, he was separated from Chuyan, and he didn't even use the blood burst pill and your blood jade, or it was because he saw two of the same sword breaking the blade. Chengjian?"

The real person Yinyue didn't know Xiao Ran's swordsmanship state, so he would inevitably have different opinions.

Ling Zhouyue is very clear about Xiao Ran's strength. Her expectation for Xiao Ran is to reach the heavenly class, and the most profound class.

Why stopped at the sword thorn layer?

For a while, she vaguely noticed some abnormal distribution of spirit power caused by the turbulence of spirit power over the sword thorn layer...

Did this kid be forced to stop in danger, or did he have another adventure?

Where do we go, where do weird things follow?

Nothing goes smoothly with this guy!

"The broken sword can also be used."

She said so.

The real person Yinyue looked at her faintly, as if he heard some kind of bitterness in her words.

Not far away.

The ink cartridge stands up from the flying stone, his body is strong and he looks stronger than the young man.

His white eyebrows are tightly furrowed, his old eyes are deep, and his heart is suddenly shocked, and then he goes up and down, with mixed flavors.

Only those who are proficient in the art of high-level sword forging can appreciate how difficult it is for a broken sword to stay in the spine layer.

Also avoiding everyone's sight, countless elders and sword bearers haven't noticed it for thousands of years!

However, Xiao Ran discovered...

Only he can understand how difficult it is to find this broken sword.

Only he can be sure. If he can find this sword, he will definitely have the strength to step onto the heavens!

He wanted to go down and take a look, but after thinking about it, he couldn't say anything, and then slowly sat back on the flying stone, trying his best to keep his face calm, so as not to lose his tongue.

But the tongue, I don't want to fall, and it has already fallen.

Under the mountain, the inner disciples, coaches, elders in charge of the ancestors, and national teachers from various countries have come to the mountainside for a closer look.

Basically, as long as there is a foundation, you can see the current state of the sword thorn layer.

No one cares about Chu Yan's arrival in the Xuan class. Although this incident was a bit unexpected, everyone knows her genius.

Everyone's attention is focused on Xiao Ran.

"Why is Brother Xiao staying in the sword thorn layer?"

"Could it be that Chengjian failed to pick up two broken swords to save face, right? Isn't he a treasure of heaven?"

"Uncle Master's cultivation is just for refining Qi, even if the Heavenly Sage's capital, this result is a matter of course."

"These are not important, do you think the two broken swords in his hand seem to come from the same blade?"

"Don't tell me, it's really possible!"

"It may be a coincidence...but he is Uncle Xiao, the broken sword he picked up must be a treasure!"

"Is it necessary to say? It must be a baby! I heard that the ink cartridge real person has a special regard for Xiao Shishu, shouldn't he deliberately break the divine sword in advance and bury it in the sword thorn layer?"

"Don't tell me, it's really possible, you see that he searched the whole mountain before and killed the Swallowing Beast..."

"Black box operation, it must be a black box operation!"

"Okay, fortunately we got closer to observe, otherwise we would have been fooled by the elders!"

When the group is angry, some people pour cold water.

"It's useless for you to crack your throat. If you are the sage of the heavens, you have a black box operation every day."

"This kind of thing, I have seen through the first day Uncle Xiao went up the mountain. Look at him, the beautiful master, the beautiful uncle, and the beautiful disciples, tut tut..."

"The ink cartridge elders value him, and even the elders who have always been strict disciplines have not spoken. You can't accept the talented ones."

Some disciples shouted in a low voice:

"I just don't agree!"

"You are dissatisfied now. When the disciple challenged, the uncle hadn't refining Qi at that time, why didn't you dare to try it on stage?"

"Instead of dissatisfied, envy and hatred, it is better to change your mind. With such talents as Master, Zongzhishan's status will definitely improve in the next hundred years. This will greatly benefit the stability of the sect and abundant resources. Yes, what can you complain about?"

"Think about it carefully, the reason why the elders engaged in the black-box operation is to take care of the face of our ordinary disciples, and secondly, they don’t want to make a public statement and protect the seedling of Master Uncle. If it is known by the Dao League headquarters, wouldn’t it be necessary? Send Mahayana monks to dig the foot of the wall?"

Everyone could not refute.

Everyone knows the truth, but envy is tight.

In the era of the end of the law, everyone is tired of living. You take off all of a sudden and you are in love with you. Who can not afford to make waves?

Hearing what the disciple inside the door said, the ink cartridge almost spewed out a mouthful of old blood.

When did the old man engage in black box operation?

The analysis is just as good as the truth.

However, the truth is right...

The god-level seedling of Xiao Ran must be protected!

High in the sky to the west, Luo Sheng held his tight stomach, squinted slightly, with a plan, but it was a pity that he could not speak.

"Father, what shall we do?"

Huangfuqun frowned, his face sullen, like a carved face cut with mountain wind, making a terrifying sound.

"End the Chengjian Conference immediately and block all news!"

"But Jiang Chuyan hasn't chosen a suitable sword yet."

"Do you want me to say it twice?"

"Yes, father."

……

Xianzhou.

Heishi sighed secretly that he could not lose his chance, and hurried into the cabin to find Li Wuxie.

I opened the door and saw that there was no one in front of the long case, except for the steaming black sand pot.

……

Huangfuqun came to the sword thorn layer for the first time.

It was discovered that Li Wuxie had already taken the lead, standing awe-inspiringly on the high **** in front of Xiao Ran.

Li Wuxie didn't say a word, looking around the sword thorn forest, always feeling something was wrong.

Huangfu Qun stood busy beside Li Wuxie, clasping his fists and saying:

"Leader Li laughed. The defeat is set, and it is embarrassing. Jiang Chuyan is the future of the sect and is waiting for the guidance of the head of Li."

Li Wuxie is still looking around, without turning his head:

"I never point a sword to a woman."

Huangfu Qun said again:

"Then wait for this son to succeed in the sword next time, and it won't be too late to ask Li's swordsmanship."

Li Wuxie turned around and stared at Xiao Ran.

"Whether the sword bearer succeeds or not~IndoMTL.com~The sword bearer wants to take the sword from the sword mound, he must agree with the sword judge...draw the sword."

Xiao Ran held the broken sword too absorbedly, then raised his head.

I saw Li Wuxie standing on the high slope, fluttering in an indigo cloud robe, and his figure was very tall.

Like Huangfuqun, they have sculptural features, but their faces are not gloomy, and the features are quite handsome.

The beard covering the chin is short and stiff, with a black eight-foot long sword at the waist and half a foot wide. It is powerful and powerful, and it exudes rich hormones everywhere.

But Xiao Ran raised his head for the first time, only to see the panda eyes that are like stars holding the moon.

Several times darker than Xiao Ran's previous dark circles, with drooping eyelids and heavy bags under the eyes, it gives people the feeling that they can't get up in the kiln all night and get up during the day.

Can't help but whisper, blurt out.

"Will...draw the sword?"